H.o.w. - The Fall

I can treat you to visit to coastal pillboxes

I like to delve in destruction, lust and debauches

And I am the one who stamps on all ages

From 16 to 40, over and under

I’m monolithic, and the black ice on the corner

Hiss… hiss…hiss

As all is as one, as all damp on all stone

I hold all time and can induce at once

Jet trains, lead paint, stamps on border forms

Misread Easter Island, put butter on plague style

Spin complete revolutions and not bat an eyelid

And alter tree-rings so that what you are after

You will not ever find with a surfeit of lumber

And make you imagine from hunger

Bread trees spinning, dripping with butter

Just 6 inches higher than your upstretched middle finger

History of the…

I place minute dust in your microchip vessels

For daring to think all science is immortal

I am the one who’ll strike you down at once

For stretching time-bracket, and assuming that what is

Can be maladjusted.

A rigid adoption

Of codes you had concocted

I can treat you to visit to coastal pillboxes

And show you all hideous microscope thingies

And Hovis set-up in London’s psoriasis

Stockings, jokings, 1780's

History of the wo…

I like to delve in destruction, lust and debauches

And I am the one who stamps on all ages

From 16 to 40, over and under

History of the world